I feel much the same about the Yorkshire Dales - I only need to see photos or footage of Upper Wharfedale to be transported back to my childhood, my teens, my young adulthood and visits with my husband and my own children - I've not been back for a while, maybe I should go again soon - not with my old familiar comfort blanket attitude but with an open mind and try to discover new things about old familiar places. Lovely photos Alice, thanks for starting this train of thought for me

Dear Alice, This post makes me very happy...for you insights (that help me who is also letting go of children right now)...but especially for the sight of the "tussocky" hills and the sky and the larks. A year ago, I was in England. What I miss most about it is all that you wrote about. When I climbed Binsey, in Cumbria, I wondered the whole time I was walking and climbing and reclining if what I was hearing from the little birds all around me was, indeed, larksong?

Thank you again, from Lesley in the US, who is suffering from a dreadful lack of both tussocky grass and skylarks!

The wind and time have been shaping those rocks and more recently bending the trees to it's force and direction - without it's influence the scenery would be less interesting. Thanks for th photos I think I can almost hear the birds, even from this great distance.

Rilla Mill and Upton Cross - those are lovely names. ( I have recently been trying to find out about a place called Milton - Under- Wychwood. The name alone fascinates me. Has you or anyone been there?)

Alice...this is...i've not the words to describe how this has moved me. i just needed to leave my mark here. i hope, one day, to return to your island and take time in Bodmin and lie on my back in the tussocks and listen to skylarks...in this life or my next.